Semua Bab VOWS OF SIN: Bab 41 - Bab 50

THE BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE & HER PERSONAL TRAINER PT 1Isabella stood in the center of the private gym that occupied the east wing of the house, the floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflecting the soft afternoon light that filtered through the tall windows while the distant sound of the harbor carried faintly through the glass. She wore a fitted black tank top and matching leggings that clung to the powerful yet soft curves of her body, the golden-tan of her skin glowing under the overhead lights, her long wavy hair pulled back into a loose ponytail that still allowed a few strands to frame her face.Across from her Jade waited with the calm, steady presence that had become familiar over the past week of assessments, her short black hair neat against her head, her lean and toned frame dressed in simple gray athletic clothes that did nothing to hide the quiet strength in her posture.“All right,” Jade said, her voice even and low as she gestured toward the mat.“We’ll start with a basic squat toda

CO-WORKER’S HUSBAND PT 1Natalie stood near the bar at the office happy hour. The room was filled with low talk and clinking glasses. Soft light from the overhead fixtures mixed with the glow of phone screens. She held a glass of white wine. The cold glass pressed against her palm. The wine tasted dry and sharp on her tongue.She looked across the space. Ryan stood by a tall table with two coworkers. He wore a dark blue shirt open at the collar. The fabric stretched across his shoulders. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows. She saw the lines of muscle in his forearms. His dark hair was short and neat. He laughed at something one of the men said. The sound reached her over the noise.Their eyes met. He turned his head and looked straight at her. His gaze held steady. She felt a quick pull low in her stomach. Heat rose in her chest. Her nipples tightened against the thin material of her blouse. She did not look away.Ryan smiled. The smile was slow and direct. It even showed white tee

CO-WORKER’S HUSBAND PT 3Natalie sat at her desk on Thursday morning. The office was quiet at first. She opened her email and sorted the new messages. A notification showed Ryan had signed in at reception again.She stayed in her chair. Her back was straight. The fabric of her blouse rested against her skin. She heard footsteps in the hallway. Ryan walked past the open space. He carried a thin folder.He slowed near her desk. His hand brushed her lower back as he passed. The contact was light and brief. His palm rested for one second against the curve above her waist. Heat spread from the spot. Her muscles tightened under the touch. Moisture gathered between her legs at once.He stopped and turned. “Sorry. Tight space.”“It’s fine,” she said.Her voice stayed even. The warmth from his hand lingered on her skin through the blouse. She felt the exact place where his fingers had pressed.Ryan set the folder on the edge of her desk. “These are the updated shots. Sarah wants your notes if

CO-WORKER’S HUSBAND PT 5Natalie stood near the copy machine after the last meeting. The office lights stayed bright. Ryan walked up beside her. He held a new set of contact sheets.He kept his voice low. “Got your last message. The one about my hand sliding lower.”Natalie felt the words hit at once. Heat spread through her chest. Her nipples tightened under the blouse. She kept her eyes on the machine. “I meant it.”Ryan stepped closer. The space between them shrank. His cologne reached her. Clean and woodsy. “I want to finish that business. Right here if we could.”She pressed the button on the machine. Paper fed through. The hum covered their words. “Dangerous.”“That’s why it works,” he said. His voice stayed quiet. “Your replies get bolder. Makes me hard at my desk.”Natalie felt moisture gather between her legs. She shifted her weight. The fabric of her pants rubbed the damp spot. “Sarah is still in the building.”Ryan glanced toward the open floor. “She’s in the back conferenc

CO-WORKER’S HUSBAND PT 7Natalie sat at her desk after seven. The office was empty. Most lights were off. Only the lamp on her desk and the glow from her screen lit the space. She finished the last client file. The cursor moved across the final paragraph. She typed the closing note and saved the document.The hallway stayed quiet. She heard the soft hum of the air system. Her blouse rested against her skin. The fabric felt light. She shifted in the chair. The late hour left her body still aware from the earlier review.The main door opened. Footsteps crossed the outer floor. Ryan appeared in the doorway to her section. He carried nothing. He looked straight at her.He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His hand turned the lock. The click sounded clear in the quiet. He crossed the room with clear intent. His steps were even and direct. He stopped in front of her desk.The air between them shifted. Flirtation fell away. Inevitability took its place. Natalie felt it in her ch